it was the last kiss before the light of dawn shook, awake from they're slumber these demons behold, and behold what wonders and breath they will take, the kiss of a lovers life upon hands that are remarkably fresh, and white like the dove that has no wind to catch wing, upon flight and desire rests any and all things, as man is a deciever and Satan an Angel of men, I have found happiness in commiting my sins, transgression and impression, the words misunderstood, as the short bus keeps on laughing, whoever could, for they all smile those fakes smiles of deep happiness, and I sit back in feat and torture and flashing, those small mtns of globular flesh once again, but who is hurting who, the ignorant never win; ignorance and What do the ignorant hope for, can they find solace in holding on, to all the memories that they cannot distinguish from reality, and into the past they go, where they live among the shadows of the past, the kisses that they hold tightly, to the ledge this is my soul, and bared out all over for the entire would to see, love and fickleness with one breath we are freed, for silence is that game that we play, this one game we are determined to win, and it is not lost on us....all of the consequences, that come in the end, what should have really mattered was this; the first kiss the first question was when? 3-23-2002 by jw farmer copyright